We waited in the bus terminal area of Rampur, what appeared to be a charmless one-street town, but turned out to be a charmless one-street town with a bazaar that fell away from the road along the steeply sloping bank of the Sutlej. I went in search of some juice while Martin sat dazed and glum looking, rubbing at his throat and sucking on lozenges like they were candy.
